We meet again, Kundalini.
Yoga has taken me to a different places. I discovered myself, I touched love and reconnected with my deep inner sorrows. The past Thursday, I went to a Kundalini Yoga special class with Michelle Lipper. She is a LA based Yoga teacher from Montreal. I was fortunate to take her class while she was visiting her home city.
I had been going through rough patches with people around me. I found myself angry, disappointed, and disconnected from certain people in my life. It felt like the Universe was telling me to sit down and evaluate what’s important in my relationships. A dear friend of mine suggested to attend the Kundalini class especially the theme was to strengthen our inner light to balance the darkness of the shadows around us. It was a perfect timing. I shed layers and layers of sadness. I have a clear vision of what is important and who is important. It was time for me to let go.
Kundalini Yoga came into my life when I was living in Sydney. I can’t remember what event was, but I tried 30 minutes of free Kundalini. My first impression, I hated it. I got scared, even though it was only 30 minutes of breath work and Asanas, I could feel my Ajna Chakara and back of my heart burning. I didn’t know what was going on. I said no for 4 years. My second time when I stepped into Kundalin was this past May. I decided to go to a class because it was at Studio Breathe, where I teach, and right before the class. I don’t know what happened. At the end of the class, I couldn’t hold my tears. I cried and cried. The teacher told me that we were working on our root to solar plexus Chakras. It made sense to me that I cried.
At Hanuman Festival, I took classes with Kia Miller where I truly touched my joy and love. I cried with joy, I cried with love exists inside of me, and I cried of sorrows. And all Kundalini teachers, they have the glow. They are so radiant. We recognize when they walk into the classroom. Something about them, something about their practice, something about.... Kundalini Yoga.... they make their existence shine.
This past Thursday, nearly 2 hours of practice, I found myself crying once again. I cried because there is still hate towards my father. I cried because sadness rest inside of me because of my family member being ill. I cried despite of the sadness my family holds right now, I touched love, I felt love, and recognized he is/will be always inside of my heart. My hate and sadness was transformed into love. The full circle of transformation was beautiful even it was painful to watch and feel.
I believe when you are ready to dive into a practice, it appears to you and you dive in. For me, after 10 years of practicing Yoga, Kundalini Yoga is showing up to me. I’ve never done breath of fire this much before. I’ve never thought I could hold my arms up right in the sky for 5 minutes while I’m doing breath of fire. But I know, slowly and surely, it is changing me from inside.
It is beautiful to witness. Oh Kundalini Yoga, you show up to me again. And I tell you, I’m starting to like you more and more.